Tom Clancy's Op-center Balance of Power - Tom Clancy [107]
Norberto wasn't so sure of that. He didn't even know why he felt this way. Maybe it was his awful grief or the overbearing manner with which he'd been ordered to Madrid. Or maybe, he thought portentously, God was poking him the same way Jiménez just had.
"Do you even know where we'll be gathering?" Norberto asked.
"When Father Francisco telephoned," Jiménez replied, "he said that we would be taken to Nuestra Seńora de la Almudena." The priest's soft, white cheeks framed a gentle smile. "It feels strange, leaving a small parish for a place like that. I wonder if Our Lord felt the same way when he set out from Galilee? 'I must preach the Kingdom of God to other cities also, for therefore am I sent,' " he said, quoting the Gospels. Then he sat back, still smiling. "It feels strange, Norberto, but it also feels good to be sent."
Norberto looked ahead at the other priests. He didn't share Jiménez's optimism. The priests' ministrations should have come before the people turned on one another. Before they turned to rioting-and murder. Nor did Norberto presume to know what Jesus felt when He went into the wilderness. However, as he thought about it, Norberto imagined that Jesus was probably disturbed and overwhelmed by a society polluted with prejudice and mistrust, violence and immorality, greed and discord. Faced with that, there was only one place Jesus could have turned to for strength.
In his distress, Norberto had momentarily lost sight of that place. Closing his eyes and bowing his head, Father Norberto prayed to God for the courage to take on this burden. He prayed for the wisdom to know what was right and for the strength to overcome his own sudden rancor. He needed to hold on to the faith that was fast slipping away.
The plane arrived in Madrid early but was forced to circle for nearly half an hour. Military traffic had priority, they were informed. From what they could see through the window there was a great deal of that. When they were finally able to land at ten o'clock, the group entered terminal two, where they joined priests from around the country. Father Norberto recognized a few of the clergymen-Father Alfredo Lastras from Valencia, Father Casto Sampedro from Murcia, and Father Cesar Flores from León. But he didn't have time to do more than shake some hands and exchange a few words of greeting before the group was ushered onto an old bus and taken to the Cathedral of the Almudena. Norberto sat by the open window and Father Jiménez sat beside him. Traffic into the city was extremely light along the Avenue de America and they reached the famous-as well as infamous-cathedral in just under twenty minutes.
The sprawling Cathedral of the Almudena was begun in the ninth century A.D. Little more than the foundation was completed before work was halted due to the arrival of the Moors. The invaders raised their mighty fortress beside it. When the Moors were driven from Spain and the fortress was dismantled to make way for the Royal Palace, work was also scheduled to resume on the cathedral. However, the powerful and jealous Archbishop of Toledo did not want any church to be more imposing than his own. Individuals who gave money to finish a church on a site made unholy by the Moors faced both excommunication and death. It was nearly seven hundred years before work continued on the church. Even then, money and resources were scarce. Sections were completed and then work was abandoned, resulting in a chaotic variety of styles. Finally, in 1870, the patchwork church was pulled down and a new Neo-Gothic church was planned. Construction began in 1883, though funds ran out with regularity and the effort was finally abandoned in 1940. It wasn't until 1990 that work was undertaken to finish the cathedral in earnest. Yet once again the billions of pesetas needed to execute the job were not forthcoming. Ironically, it was just three weeks ago that the last of the paint was applied to the friezes in the main entablature.
The gears complained loudly as the bus suddenly slowed. They had just turned off Calle